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I wake up to words,
find them on my doorstep, -
I roll sounds across my lips,seeking luscious sensations to tease and tantalize my lust for word magic.33 lines, 198 comments, on Oct 16 6:25 PM 2006. In Contemporary
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I wake up to words,
find them on my doorstep, -
A chatter of words huddled outside the window.
As always, a few preened, others were concerned -
In the winds where thoughts arise,
I wonder how any survive. They dance -
Carved my living from the sand and trees
made it work with the hands God gave me. -
Where the still water gathers
the peace of clear skies -- -
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Poetry is an echo, asking for a shadow to dance
- Carl Sandburg
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